.
Y. .. just one year, insurance
start another .. And these letters
desveledas will continue for you ..
not save .. live it. Quiet
lust for your thirst on their pages
because once again as they did ..
calling on the glass of your windows,
plying the cold center of their waves, the slow pace
beating their wings.
Any time past is gone.
any future time will come.
This moment live it with whom you always knew that you ... is and is. Call it
well ... This
and as such ... giving away our time to those things ..
that made us what we are today,
that filled our time,
our intellect, our
pleasures,
of something more than simple materials and furnishings.
And as always at the end of a year ... advice for the following:
